Cry A Little
Zaigar lay on one of the skyscrapers for her usual nap. She rather enjoy high places as it gives her the rush, but most importantly it gave her some belonging of her clan that had rejected her because of from whom she was spawned: a gargoyle mother and a human father. Gargoyles are known to like perching on high places and she definitely was one of them.
Correction. She was half of them.
And she thought only humans know how to discriminate.
As she slowly succumb into her slumber, she suddenly heard from a distance a long, soft lullaby. She couldn't tell which building from the suspended city it was coming from, but she could tell that it was far at her right. As she listened, it was the ever familiar lullaby which her father used to sing her to sleep:
CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY LITTLE JEWEL
TRY AND DREAM YOUR SORROWS AWAY
FORGET THE WORLD YOU'RE BORN IN
AND LIVE IN THE WORLD YOU'RE GOING IN
CLOSE YOUR EYES, MY LITTLE DARLING
DON'T DWELL IN THIS LIFE
WHERE NOTHING CAN BE SEEN
BUT DARKNESS IN THE NIGHT
FEEL FREE TO CRY
FEEL FREE TO SIGH
BUT DON'T CRY FOR ME WHO IS LOST...
Memories of her father when he was alive flooded into Zaigar's mind. How she missed those days where she used to enjoy the hunting life with him. She may not want to admit it but the loss of her love Ormack was next to nothing compared to the loss of her father who loved her as who she is and not what she is. A bittersweet memory but a memory she held dear nonetheless.
As the lullaby kept echoing throughout the Crossing, she, for the first time in her life after Ormack, cried...
Raze was smoking another cigarette, he hated the things, but preferred them over other drugs as he could at least keep himself clear headed. Such was important anymore, and especially when one was walking along a rather thin beam, bordered by a very large drop to one side. He too found heights alluring, it was much quieter higher up, even when wall amblers were there to keep you company. He hadn’t ever minded them much, and actually quite envied them.
But yes, he was smoking, blowing smoke rings actually and not paying any particular attention to what he was doing when he missed a step and quite nearly fell off of the building. After regaining his balance he was off the beam quickly, panting a little and he heard a very faint sound from far off, some sort of song, drifting over the tops of the buildings.
He cocked his head curiously, you didn’t usually hear songs being sung in this place, let alone a lullaby. He found the tune quite catchy, if a little depressing and actually maybe a little comforting, and he started to hum it to himself as he started across a bridge (safely in the middle this time). His pale eyes were searching for threats automatically, to make sure no one was taking offense to his coming across he spotted the small blue skinned figure apparently sleeping though she, it, was moving quite a bit.
He frowned as he came closer, the cigarette in his lips drooping lower with the expression. He wondered what was the matter with her, as he got even closer his sharp eyes could pick out a clearer facial expression. She was crying. What little nobility and chivalry that was in him brought itself out in a charge and he ditched his cigarette over the side of the building as he moved towards her cautiously.
“I don’t mean to be rude,” he began cutting over the constant sound of the city. “But you seem to be having some troubles, might I comfort you somehow?” He asked face with an open expression, eyes bright and hopeful. Helping people usually gave him a feeling like he might actually not be going completely to hell. (This was a lie, but it was still nice.)
Zaigar was slightly startled at the voice of the stranger who approached her. She could tell from the colour of his eyes that he was a were-creature, just not sure what kind. Not that she cared. Depression was all she felt right now. She never felt this sad before. Usually she was able to conquer anything and not shed a single tear. She had no regrets and no dwelling upon anything that she had done, aside from murdering Ormack, and she never say sorry for anything.
Now, she was like a lost puppy. A child who just lost her mother to the hands of the Grim Reaper. It was devastating to think that one simple insignificant lullaby can bring the worst of her emotions. The emotions that she never wanted and never thought could feel. She buried her face in her knees and muttered, "Go away. There's nothing you can do to comfort me, were-being. Just leave me here to die..."
"Surely you don't mean that," he said smiling half-heartedly in response to her admonitionment. Why not leave her alone? He could give a shit about her problems, or anyone else's but his own. Such was the way the city made you. You had to fend for yourself, period. But you had to live for other people, otherwise it was all for naught.
So he stayed put. He would try and help, maybe do his good deed for the decade. He looked down and away for a moment, thoughtfully, and then started speaking again.
"What's making you so sad? You have this whole city," he stopped and gestured out across the buildings and general chaos that made up the hellhole of a place. "There's so much to live for, so much to see, to do." This was a lie of course, that was why this city was called Aimless, but it was a good lie.
"You must have something to live for," he continued, insistent, nodding as he walked around her in a slow circle, glancing at her occasionally. Sadness was no good. Depression was no good. There was enough in the city as it was, there was in him for shit's sake.
She peeked from her knee-caps at the were-creature who was pacing around her and giving her silent glances. Lies! A whole pack of lies. There was nothing for her to live in this place. She had lost her father. She had lost the only person that she loved. She had no relatives and she definitely was not an accpeted member of her gargoyle clan. What else could she live for? Nothing. Nothing at all.
Unless...
"Maybe you're right," Zaigar replied silently, keeping her face still hidden in her knees. "Maybe there is something I live for, just not the kind of place I would want it to happen."
The were-creature looked at her with slight interest, as if curious to know what was her purpose in life that made her still alive today. Well, since she knew that Aimless was not the place to want to have something to live for and she was going to pursue death sooner or later anyway, she had nothing to lose telling him what it was.
"I do have something to live for. A purpose of meeting a true love and have a family with him and to make up to myself for all the lost hours I've wasted on..."
Silence ensued. Zaigar smiled inwardly. She could tell that the were-creature was thinking her ideas rather absurd.
"Like I said. Not the place for my purpose to live on. Death is so much better, don't you think?"
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